The snow is clear,

A red sun hangs in the vast sky,

The earth is full of white snow, the red sun and white snow echo each other, and the red makeup is wrapped, which is extraordinarily enchanting

The gorgeous Fuwang Mansion is covered with a layer of white veil, which is another kind of beauty.

The servants and maids in the palace had already swept the roads all over the palace, and there was not a single snowflake on the road paved with blue bricks, and there were small white hills piled up on both sides of the road

The princess strolled through the garden of the palace with a personal girl

The plum blossoms in the garden have bloomed, white as snow, red as the sun, beautiful and fragrant

Almost all the plum blossoms in the garden are planted, and the snow and plum blossoms echo each other, making it more and more poetic

The princess seemed to point to a blooming red plum and said to Chunhong; "Chunhong, you fold that plum blossom for me, I'm going to take it back and insert it in a bottle and put it in the room to watch."

When Chunhong heard that the princess was going to fold plum blossoms, her head suddenly shook like a rattle

"Princess; Forget it, even if you kill the slave and the slave, the slave and the slave don't dare to touch the plum blossom. ”

I was puzzled and asked why

Chunhong Road; "Because Princess Ximen's favorite is plum blossoms, so the prince carried a lot of plum blossoms in the palace, after she left, the prince ordered that no one should touch these plum blossoms, we can only watch, can not get close, sometimes the prince will personally water these plum blossoms, and also talk to these plum blossoms, because when I see plum blossoms, I think of Princess Ximen, and I think of their past."

A trace of sadness passed over her face, and her heart suddenly hurt, the entire palace was full of the shadow of Princess Ximen, so what is she, the current princess

At first, she thought that she was Ximen Ruoxuan's stand-in, but Murong Yichuan's cold attitude towards herself told her that she was not practicing as a stand-in, so what was she

It was as if I had walked straight into the garden, close to the plum forest

"Princess; You still listen to the slave maid, you don't want this plum blossom, if you really want plum blossoms, then the slave maid will go out now to help you fold a few branches, the capital is not only the Fu Wangfu has plum blossoms. Chunhong is worried about the princess, because she understands the prince's temper and understands the prince's attitude towards the princess.

But if she was still very stubborn, she had to fold the red plum

When Wanruo's hand immediately touched the red plum, a big hand grabbed her delicate little hand

As if turning his head sharply, in front of him was Murong Yichuan's cold face

Chunhong stood aside, sweating deeply

"You like plum blossoms too?" Murong Yichuan gently let go of Wanruo's hand, and his voice was a little gentle

As if nodding,

It was as if he thought that Murong Yichuan would be angry with himself because he touched something that he shouldn't touch

But Murong Yichuan didn't, he personally broke off the red plum that Wanruo had just touched, and then handed it over to Wanruo's hand

It was as if he unconsciously touched Murong Yichuan's hand when he took the plum blossom, and he actually had a little warmth compared to just now

"It's very cold, the princess still shouldn't run around, just let Chunhong do whatever you want." Was he concerned about her? He seemed to be a little flattered, because from the day he married him, this is the first time he cares about himself, is it just because he also likes plum blossoms? Do you have to imitate another woman if you want to get his attention? Suddenly, it seemed as if this was a trampling on her dignity, but she still felt a trace of warmth, because this was the first time he cared about herself.

It was as if to say softly; "Thank you for your concern, the concubine will pay attention in the future. If the prince has nothing else to do, then the concubine will retire first. “

Murong Yichuan didn't stay like that, he quietly walked into the plum blossom forest alone

It was as if he had left the garden with the red plum and the spring red